At any given moment, I don't always shine in the best possible light. Faults riddle me like tectonic shivers and somewhere, somehow I've made enemies. People only hate those most like them at times, but I'm praying to whatever gods there are that I'm nothing like her. Basket cases like that needn't have the liberty of opinion if only to keep them from brainwashing the ignorant. I can only imagine the sack of dung she's whipped up to sling on my name for something any normal person does: make a mistake.
I'd say I'm sorry for being human, but that's impossible.
Give me one good reason to ever trust someone like that and I'll give you ten that dispute it. I guarantee she has done far worse to anyone than I could ever hope to do and yet... well, let's not go down that jealous path.
If you want to talk, then talk. You know how to find me.
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